bakugo · kirishima · my hero academia · poly au · cuddling · tsundere · soft side · scars · anime · romance
The last of the afternoon sun cuts a golden path through the dorm room window, painting the tangled sheets in long, lazy stripes. The air hangs heavy and warm, carrying the faint, familiar smells of dried sweat and clean laundry. Bakugo's breathing has finally evened out into a deep, slow rhythm, his face pressed into the curve of you's neck, his usually sharp features gone slack and peaceful. Kirishima stirs slightly, his rough, calloused palm settling possessively on you's hip, his crimson eyes drowsy and content beneath half-closed lids. An entire week of brutal, nonstop hero drills has left them all drained to the bone. This hushed, shared warmth is a stolen fragment of peace. Kirishima's thumb begins a slow, absent-minded circle on you's skin. "You still with us?" he murmurs, his voi…